"Mediocre. I wouldn't eat it if we have the imperial chef here," the Empress responded faintly with a straight face. "Such rustic cooking with ingredients from the wild—it is not good for presentation, but perhaps only suitable to fill one's stomach."
She knew that Yvette wanted to fish compliments for Darryl.
However, the harder Yvette tried, the more the Empress had resisted Darryl, especially when she thought about the Emperor's death.
Ugh!
Yvette felt dejected when she heard that. However, she also winked at Darryl to tell him that he should not take her mother's words to heart.
Darryl did not mind it. He merely smiled and continued his meal with Yvette.
After that, Yvette said softly, "We have been traveling all day, Darryl. Let's rest early."
"Very well."
Then, Darryl went out to find some hay, and Yvette laid them into three small beds.
Darryl took the time to restore his internal energy. After that, Darryl was about to lie down on the hay to sleep.
"Hey, who told you that you could sleep here?"
The Empress's cold voice echoed throughout the cave. "Why are you sleeping here? Where do I sleep then? You really don't know the rules at all!"
The Empress glared at Darryl unhappily.
"Mother!"
Yvette stomped her feet anxiously. "There is only one cave here. If he doesn't sleep here, where else would he go? Besides, he is still injured. Please let him sleep here, Mother. Don't worry; he will not disturb you."
"No!"
The Empress shook her head; she insisted firmly. "How can a man sleep in the same place as the Empress? Also, even if you do love each other, you are not married yet. So, don't cross that line. The two of us can sleep here, Yvette, and he can look for another place to sleep. If you don't agree, then don't call me Mother in the future."
Darryl was shocked to hear that; he was furious.
'So what if you're a dignified Empress? You're fleeing for your life, and haven't I been taking care of your food and shelter?'
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